I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

It was slightly bright.

There are already many early stalls on the street.

Zhouyi eats from beginning to end, the food enters the stomach, and the mana is refined and turned into empty space.

"This salted tofu nao is good, have another bowl!"

When you meet neighbors on the way to eat, you greet them with a smile. The young ones are aunts and the old ones are always called aunts.

The neighbor wondered, "Who is this handsome young man?"

"My master is Zhou Yi. Before he died, he asked me to come to Beijing to make a living."

Zhou Yi's appearance in his twenties at this time is about 70% similar to his real appearance. Moisturized by spiritual energy for many years, his appearance is already quite outstanding in the eyes of ordinary people.

If compared with Lao Bai, Zhou Yi used temperament as more important than appearance to comfort himself.

"Mr. Zhou's apprentice!"

The neighbor uncle was dubious: "Did you live in that yard last night?"

In the eyes of the people around him, Zhou Yi is a capable person. He speaks softly and softly on weekdays. Whenever a neighbor encounters a difficult problem, he can deal with it just by talking to the yamen, which is quite prestigious.

"Well, the master has set up a mechanism in front of the courtyard, and ordinary people just go in..."

Zhou Yi gestured with his neck: "When I dismantled the mechanism last night, there was a commotion, and I accidentally disturbed the uncle."

"So that's the case, it's okay."

The uncle laughed and said: "I just said, Mr. Zhou is such a capable person, how can there be ghosts in his house!"

The others happily responded, since the haunting, the ones who have not moved out until now are mostly because the family does not have enough money.

Now that the rumors have been broken, let alone the stability, the house price that has fallen will rise back.

It was approaching noon.

When Zhou Yi came to Tianlao, the guards on duty didn't know each other, but everyone knew Yinzi.

"Liu Si prison?"

The jailer recalled: "Lord Liu has been promoted, and now he is the servant of the Ministry of Punishment. To find him, you should go to the yamen of the Ministry of Punishment."

At this time.

An old jailer came out of the prison and escorted a prisoner in prison uniform.

Zhou Yi's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to greet him, "But Mr. Feng?"

Feng Qiao had been a prison guard for most of his life, and it was the first time someone called him an adult, and he immediately felt at ease, imitating the prisoner's lord's nasal voice.

"Well, who are you? What are you doing in the prison?"

"Master Feng, before my master Zhou Yi died, he instructed me to come to Tianlao to find an errand. The master once told me that Mr. Feng lived a mighty life with a mole for wealth on his forehead."

Zhou Yi took out the recommendation letter from his arms and wrote it himself, so the handwriting on it was naturally unmistakable.

"Old Zhou...'s apprentice?"

Feng Qiao looked it over carefully, and it corresponded with the appearance in memory, and found that there were four or five points of similarity: "Lao Zhou is romantic by nature, and Chunfenglou is like home. You can't be his son, right?"

"My hometown is in Yizhou, and I became a refugee during the war."

Zhou Yi said: "I almost starved to death in Xuanzhou. Fortunately, I met my master and said that I have a lot of talent in martial arts, so I accepted him as a disciple."

No one can verify the origin of this. It has only been five or six years since Yizhou was included in Fengyang Kingdom, and before the people under the Qing rule have been thoroughly sorted out, Dayong was allowed to take it back.

"Really?"

Feng Qiao looked suspicious, but he wasn't embarrassed: "I'll take you to find Captain Lu. He has a very good relationship with your master, so he should be able to arrange an errand."

After a while.

Captain Lu asked: "Are you really not Lao Zhou's son?"

Zhou Yi had no choice but to deny it again and again.

"Why is there no old Zhou?"

Captain Lu said: "At that time, his strength was said to be the top in Beijing. Didn't martial arts masters live a long time?"

Zhou Yi said sadly: "Master forcibly washed the marrow five years ago. After the failure, the blood qi hurt the bone marrow. It dragged on for four years and finally failed."

In front of martial arts training, the skin, muscles, bones, and viscera have to be polished over time. Those who are not short of skills and decoction talents have basically no major bottlenecks.

The only difference is marrow washing. The blood qi soaks into the depths of the bones, washing and refining the bone marrow, which is ten times weaker than the viscera. If you are not careful, you will suffer heavy injuries.

It's not that those old masters in Jianghu don't know the method of purifying the marrow, most of them dare not go further.

There is no shortage of riches and honors in the Dirty Refining Realm, so I don't have the courage to risk my life to fight!

"The earthen pot is always broken on the well. A wise man like Lao Zhou has been cautious all his life, so he can't think about it when he is old."

Captain Lu sighed, checked the recommendation letter, nodded and said, "Since you are Lao Zhou's apprentice, you should arrange an errand, what are your plans?"

"Let's deliver the food."

Zhou Yi said: "Master told me that sending food can live a long time."

"Ha ha!"

Captain Lu clapped his palms and smiled: "Old Zhou must have said this, Zhou Li, well, I will call you Xiao Zhou from now on, and I will be responsible for delivering meals during the day from now on."

"Thank you, Lord Lu."

Zhou Yi knew that it was hard to trust in a short period of time, and spies often sneaked in in the sky prison, trying to secretly rescue a prisoner.

This problem is not difficult to solve, as long as you stay in prison for ten or twenty years, no one will doubt it at that time.

Time will heal everything!

Captain Lu said: "How much have you learned from your master's method of interrogating prisoners?"

"Master praises me, blue out of blue."

Zhou Yi said to himself: "But Mr. Lu meets a criminal who is difficult to interrogate? Just leave it to me, at most one day, even a man of iron can't survive it."

"There is indeed one."

Captain Lu said: "I caught a bandit a few days ago, and I have been interrogated for a few days, but I still can't find out where the den is."

Zhou Yi looked confused at the right time: "There are also bandits near Shenjing?"

After living for a long time and experiencing a lot, acting skills will naturally improve, and it is easy to pretend to be a fledgling boy who doesn't know the world.

"There are people who can't eat everywhere, so naturally there are bandits everywhere."

When Captain Lu saw this, his doubts subsided a little: "It's just that they don't have eyesight. It was nothing more than robbing an ordinary merchant before. A few days ago, they robbed the goods of the servant of the Ministry of Rites. The higher-ups strictly ordered to destroy them!"

"A mere bandit is easy to interrogate!"

After half an hour.

Zhou Yi opened the bandit's mouth, and the base camp of the cottage was actually at the southern foot of Wanshou Mountain.

The bandit and the forbidden army stationed on Longevity Hill secretly collude with each other. Whenever officers and soldiers come to investigate, the forbidden army will cover up the track for the bandit, so that they can be suppressed repeatedly.

The bandits are responsible for looting the goods, and the forbidden army is responsible for selling the stolen goods and sharing the money!

"Xiao Zhou, good job!"

Captain Lu's eyes lit up: "This is a great achievement, we can show our face to His Majesty!"

The bandits, the forbidden army, and the minister of the Ministry of Rites, all combined are no match for the southern foot of Longevity Mountain.

The location of the imperial tomb of Fengyang Kingdom turned out to be a hiding place for bandits. To put it bluntly, did it take over the power of the Zhao family?

"Congratulations, Lord Lu."

Zhou Yi expressed a little shock, but there was no disturbance in his heart. He had been in the prison for forty years, and he had seen even more bizarre cases.

Zhou Yi has also seen the appearance of the Forbidden Army in the imperial mausoleum twice. It can be said that they are a group of poor people who have been forgotten by the world.

Only when the emperor was buried, he could eat a few meals of meat and vegetables, and he lived on farming in the mountains on weekdays.

Now that I can't eat anymore, I'm thinking about side jobs to make money, which is understandable!

"When did I become so cold-blooded?"

Zhou Yi touched his face, shook his head slightly, and congratulated Captain Lu with a smile.

In the follow-up matter, the Ministry of Punishment and the Ministry of War are responsible for handling cases and catching thieves. Zhou Yi has made great contributions as soon as he was imprisoned, and it is easy to gain a firm foothold.

The guards in the prison have a good attitude towards "Zhou Li", after all, they did not miss his master's love back then.

For example, listening to music in Chunfenglou has always been accounted for in the Book of Changes.